who: Shepard & Sarah
what: Exploring the station. And possible definite grilling about each others' respective AIs.
where: Lost in a holographic nightmare.
when: Right about the time that
blacktwo and
nobletwo fuck up the holograms try and turn the lights back on.
warning(s): Angry, angry Sarah.
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The skinning had vanished when the power came back on, had given everyone the mild reprieve of an arbitrary daytime period, and Shepard had resumed her search at the first possible opportunity. Now, as the siren went off and the lights went out, she found herself trapped, again, in the belly of the holographic beast. The room phased in around her and Shepard let out a ragged, irritated sigh.
"Fuck!"
That had come from the far wall.
While strange voices murmuring through walls wasn't exactly new, they tended to be more verbose and less clear or concise. Shepard waited, but there wasn't a follow up, yet another unusual note. After a pause, Shepard moved to the newly skinned wall and knocked on the surface.
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Wait.
Sarah was silent, not daring to make a sound. The knocking came again, not threatening or insistent, just...there. More real than any of the music or voices had been.
She picked up her gun and crept stealthily over to the wall, ready to shoot if the thing on the other side proved able and of a mind to barge through.
"Who's there?"
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"Boo," she answered arbitrarily and stopped knocking on the wall. The voice didn't sound particularly familiar, but it wasn't unknown. Shepard was silent as she tried to place it.
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Of all the possible responses she'd been anticipating, that wasn't one of them.
But as crazy as her life often was, Sarah also had a very normal ten year old son. And the traditional response was out of her mouth before she had a chance to think twice about it.
"Boo who?"
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It rounded a corner to meet them, it was plucking out tiny twigs and leaves that matted in it's messy crew cut. When it got the call, it was watching the holographic fantasy bird creatures from something in-game called a Life Tree. First time the Terminator ever got to find a tree with branches capable of holding it's immense weight. Damn right it jumped on that opportunity.
"Sarah-" it greeted before drifting off when it saw she was being accompanied by,
"Commander Shepard." The Terminator might have looked shocked, but only might. The Terminator concluded this was no doubt about the incident when it first met the commander. It looked back at Sarah, motioning to Shepard-
"She started it."
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This was especially the case, if Legion had gone and infected it with pesky free will.
It also had two too many shotguns for her express comfort, archaic or not.
"You were the one crouched in the bushes like a two-ton, combat drone, stalker," Shepard added and glanced at Sarah. "Bob the birdwatcher, here, is your kill bot?"
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She looked back at the Terminator. "I take it you two know each other. Feel like sharing with the class?"
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"Both our encounters were in which the Commander approached us, not the reverse," it paused to brush off a few stray twigs clinging to it's clothes, "the first time we prevented her from documenting our presence, the second we had to protect ourselves when the Commander was heavily intoxicated and threatening a rare species of swallow."
It not so subtly took a side step, moving in between Sarah and Shepard. Not enough to obstruct both women from each other, just enough to make itself known as something that took it's job as the dumb muscle with a hair trigger very seriously.
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